Gulp Gulp Little Kitty

That storm resting in Mistress’s eyes has made a permanent residence, but hell has not been unleashed just yet. I have felt a taste of her wrath lately, literally.

Mistress has been reading a series of journal-style ebooks from a female dominate. These journals detail this author’s journey as she dominates her male submissive. Mistress constantly shares some of the ideas that she finds “entertaining.” Her face lights up every time she shares something from these journals. Mistress has not read all of the ebooks, but she is well on her way. When she isn’t nose-deep in one of the journals, Mistress has her headphones listening to kink podcasts. She is fascinated and inspired by the conversations that pop up and the people who share their stories. Both of these resources have guided Mistress to be herself, her very creative, sadistic self.

So, I made a mistake on Monday that resulted in a flavorful punishment. As any submissive, I serve Mistress first and foremost above all others, except the children during family time. I typically take lunch at the same time every day during work, and this past Monday was no different. I left my office and met Mistress in the living room of our home. I asked her if she would like the leftovers for lunch and make myself a sandwich. She granted permission for both requests. I reheated the leftover dinner for Mistress and made myself a sandwich. I delivered her leftovers to her and went to the pantry to grab a drink and chips to go along with my lunch. No harm, no foul. We have been binge-watching a Netflix show, so she decided to watch a small snippet of the next episode before heading back to work. Lunch was finished, and I was cleaning up the few dishes that made up the small mess when Mistress looks at me and says “Sure would have been nice to have a drink with my lunch. I saw you got yourself something.” My jaw hit the floor. Oh, crud was my first thought. I immediately apologized to Mistress with little success.

“It’s fine, Kitty.” She stated. I was shortly puzzled.

“You will just drink your pee tonight.” There is the punishment.

As I began to protest, she looked away from me and disengaged. I tried early in the afternoon to beg my way out of it with no success. The evening came, and we spent time together on the couch and enjoying time with the kids.

I began to think that she may have forgotten until she whispered, “Do you have to pee yet?” I had been holding my pee for a while, afraid to ask to relieve myself as I did not want to remind her that I had to ingest my own urine for missing her water at lunch. But holding it did not ease the matter. When I could not hold it anymore, I asked Mistress if I could relieve myself. Her permission came with the notion that I must put a bit of urine in my drinking cup. Phew! I did not have to drink all of my urine, and she let me dilute it.

Plan B was to ride it out until bedtime. I am not a massive fan of water, so it is not uncommon for me to have a full cup around for hours. “Finish the entire class now or do it all again tomorrow.” Mistress was on to me. I was milking it with only drinking about a fourth of the glass. I ended up slamming the entire glass to avoid her wrath the following day. I cannot say that it has a specific taste other than it did not taste like water.

Mistress’s reading has increased the creativity in her punishments and her confidence to carry them out. As usual, this was just the beginning. I am sure that the urine’s dilution will decrease over time, but I can assure you that I have not missed her water at any meal since Monday night. Lesson learned.

Until next time.

The Calm Before the Storm

And so it has happened. Mistress and I had our first official week of setbacks since we decided to focus wholeheartedly on our lifestyle. Our energy levels over the past week have found themselves extremely low. For myself, work was ruthless. I was slammed with meetings start to finish most days, leaving me unavailable to deeply conversate with Mistress. On the other end, Mistress was preoccupied with the growing pains of our seven-month-old son. To top it off, the little one decided that sleeping was overrated and kept both of us awake until odd hours of the night. We would lay there and question why we were even up at that time; both of us pooped beyond relief while the little did everything possible to stay awake. So, not only were we both swamped, but we were dead tired by 5:00pm almost every day.

But not all is lost. Some of our practicings truly paid off. Mistress did not revert back to asking me to do things and kept her dominating tone even while yawning through her commands. I maintained my submissive duties, mostly. I can’t say that I followed everything exactly as instructed, but I did my best. Mistress was forgiving last week and over the weekend.

We did manage to sneak away for one evening last week and have a little date night. We went to a fancy restaurant and spoiled ourselves. She wore this stunning black dress with a pair of lacy stockings. She slipped into some low-cut black boots for the evening. I wore a nice shirt and some khaki pants per the usual; however, Mistress tied a rope harness underneath my clothes, the limited my movement during our outing. After dinner, Mistress and stopped by a local shop. She needed a new strap-on harness, for science, of course. Upon our arrival home, we were met with the daily struggle of life with children. Calming down the house took some time, but we managed to continue our evening afterward. Mistress fucked me until she came. She forced me off of her, bound my arms behind my back with the red leather armbinders, and forced me to clean her boots with my tongue. I must have done an excellent job because she rewarded me with an orgasm on my chest.

You know how you get a headache when the pressure of a massive storm is building in your part of the world? You can feel the wind shift, the clouds beginning to gray. The battering of a storm doesn’t care about your feelings. The storm needs to unleash its fury and dump rain, snow, or a mix. That is the look of today. Mistress has that storm in her eyes. She is well-rested and has been building her storm. Her pitiless demeanor is surfacing. The sadist twitch in her facial expressions has made subtle appearances today. The storm is going to dump…

Until next time.

And the Dominance Rolls

My last post was an update on some our play sessions that have transpired since the beginning of the new year. I do not need to explain that Mistress, and I are gaining traction in our lifestyle after a year-long battle with barrier after barrier. Mistress’s confidence in her dominant role has grown two-fold over the past week. Many profound conversations and her self-study have been the main contributing factors to this massive rise in confidence. I have seen and felt the surge in confidence from her.


Goodbye asking and hello telling. Mistress got into the habit of asking me to do things either for her or around the house. This even began happening in our sacred space. Out of nowhere last week, Mistress began to tell me to do things. “Can you get me water” turned into “get me water”. That is a powerful message when switching up your words as a dominant. I no longer feel equal or that I have the choice to say no. When Mistress asks me if I “Can get her water?” I feel as if I can say no or I can do it of my own free will. “Get me water” is a demand, and I must obey quickly or feel her wrath.


Speaking of her wrath, I made a mistake this past week. After we had some friends over and I spent the night in a butt plug, Mistress allowed me to cum on her chest through masturbation. One speculation, I had to lick it off her chest. Well, here is where I messed up. I did not lick it up. I ended up wiping her off with a cloth that was nearby, and she was livid. Her first reaction was her plan to put me in complete bondage and forced orgasms down my throat, but she changed her mind. At first, I thought that she was going to go light and cut me some slack. Nope, just the opposite. She spent the entire next day refusing to let me urinate. I was finally allowed to urinate in the late afternoon when I just about to explode. I began managing my liquid intake so I did not burst. It was gross urine as it sat in my system almost all day. That was not the punishment, though. I had to drink a mixture of water and my urine with my dinner—every last drop. I tried to wriggle out of it with no success. I had to suck it up and drink it. It was gross and a punishment I want to avoid.

That wasn’t my only mistake, however. I am not allowed to speak to Mistress without her proper title, and for some reason, I was unable to get that straight. Mistress attached me to our bondage chair and took a shower without me. Upon her return, she shoved a bar of soap in my mouth and dragged me out to our living room so she can relax and watch Netflix. While she watched Netflix, I choked on soap and wrote the word “Mistress” on graph paper. I was to ensure it was neat and organized while filling up the entire page. I can tell you right now that I have been using Mistress’s proper title since then.
Both described instances were full of dominance from Mistress. There was no empathy, no apologies, and no explanations. She was her dominating self, and that boost in confidence has led to me having to get my act together.


Anyways until next time.

Kitty

Play and Excitement

Excitement

Of course, you read my V day post because it was so intriguing. Not to mention it was one of a million posts about this so-called “holiday.” But if you didn’t, back up and take a quick glance at the writing. It isn’t all sappy or that long, but it is the preface to this write-up. Go ahead and read it real quick; I will wait.


Great, welcome back, and glad you read up on our V day experience. Mistress asked me a question while relaxing in our living room that I answered vaguely because I didn’t have an answer right away. While sharing these experiences from the book, she asked me what excites me the most about what she has shared. My response “all of it.” I didn’t know what else to say at that moment. It takes me time to reflect to answer questions with deep thought. That question doesn’t appear to be deep on the surface; however, Mistress wants to know what excites me and why. Then why is the deep and unspoken part of the question? She kindly let the answer slide and didn’t bring it up again, but it has been haunting me since I answered “all of it.” Now I am not only sharing with her but all of you as well.


The author of the books is especially cruel to her male submissive. There are some details that Mistress has shared with me that should make me cringe, and then there are details that make me wince. I will skip the “make me cringe” details and pop right into the ones that should make me cringe. My first interaction with Mistress and the first book was a read-aloud about the sub’s interaction one day with his mistress. While the sub was dressed in a humiliating outfit, the male sub was forced to drink quite a bit of water from a specific cup. The catch was the water was mixed with his mistress’s urine, and he was forced to drink the entire concoction.


On top of that, when he was ready to use the bathroom, his mistress denied his authority to urinate. He was forced to stand there while his mistress carried on with her day. When the sub couldn’t hold it anymore, he was forced to urinate where he stood on a towel and then was punished for making a mess. Now, I have mentioned to Mistress that I thoroughly enjoy being forced to humiliating things. The entire forced humiliation scene and then a follow-on punishment is a turn on for me. The only thing missing from the scene was the use of gear. I am sure the mistress in the journal entries uses equipment on her submissive, just not in that particular scene.

The use of gear leads me to another exciting part that Mistress shared with me. The male sub is forced to clean the Mistress’s house’s floors by hand with a toothbrush. After hours of scrubbing, it becomes time for the sub to eat a meal. His hands are bound behind him, and his food is thrown on the floor. Again, another round of forced humiliation at multiple levels. Eating off the floor is humiliating enough, but eating off the floor that he just cleaned, AND his hands were bound, wow. To top it off, his mistress ground his meal into the floor with the heel of her boots. He had to clean her heels off first before he could enjoy his food from the floor. That level of humiliation of her sub is exceptional, and as a male submissive, I find that extremely enjoyable. Just as before, it is not merely a specific action that the mistress performs but the entire scene of domination and humiliation.
I have grown as a male submissive over the years and am shedding my kink shame shell. I have been known to hide behind a wall and anxiously judge myself through assumption. But I stand here to say that I have found these two events in the readings to be exciting. There are other small moments that Mistress has shared with me that I want to save for a later discussion.


Play Sessions
My last two sessions with Mistress have felt different. We are human. We fall out of roles, especially with the busy lives that we live. But all have felt right the past month and a half. Mistress and I have really been putting our lifestyle first. Our first session of the new year involved a re-introduction into impact and rope play. Mistress intricately wrapped my arms and wrists together. She attached them to our ceiling eyelet hook designed to hold my weight. Mistress then whipped me repeatedly while teasing and denying me for over an hour. She hasn’t missed a step. The rope work was solid and sexy, and the feeling of the whip stung more so than before as my born-again virgin skin received lashing after lashing. She was the most dominant she has been in some time.


Our second session was a bit shorter and involved me being a human footrest while she worked on her computer. I was not a good submissive that day, so I spent some time under her feet while hooded and tightly leashed in place. Afterward, she attached the leash from my collar to the side of the bed and laid just out of reach of me, where she repeatedly gave herself orgasms while I struggled to get to her. I definitely walked away from both sessions needier than I was entering both sessions. My last orgasm was January 17th, I believe, and I don’t see that stretch ending any time soon. Torturous.

I want to document more of what happens weekly or monthly whenever I get the chance to sit down and type it all out. I am sure Mistress will task me with writing assignments as well.
Keep it real people.

Ah, V Day.

The big Valentine’s day. Another Hallmark holiday comes and goes with open wallets and broken hearts. Mistress and I see V day as the chance to buy each other something naughty to add to our collection of gear stashed on the back wall of our closet. This year, Mistress purchased three small items to add to her arsenal. She bought a pair of magnetic balls that pinch the skin lodged into between them. I will let your mind wander where those are useful. She also purchased a new blackout blindfold that accompanies our current leather kitty mask that she uses quite often. I don’t know the official title of the last purchase she made, but it is a CBT toy that acts as a cock and ball ring but can be tightened and loosened. It reminds me of a noose.

As for me, Mistress instructed me that she wanted some new reading material. She had already pre-selected some book titles and saved them in our Amazon cart for me to purchase. Easy Peasey! I went to the Amazon Cart and pulled up the titles to investigate buying options. While browsing her selection, I stumbled across a book series written by a real-life Mistress and her life dominating her male submissive. I was intrigued. Nonfiction books on real female domination are hard to find, at least in my opinion. I opened the link to the book and found out there are 17 of them! My jaw hit the floor.

Backing up, Mistress and I have kept our lifestyle extremely private, for the most part. We are not part of a local community and do not play with others. It is just Mistress and me on this journey, and that is the way we like it. I am not saying that we will not get into a community someday. I am saying that we will never have additional play partners. Neither of us shares well, and we know that about each other. Anyways, my jaw hit the floor because Mistress was just saying how it would be nice to share her experiences with someone else. Now, buying some journals does not create conversation. Still, it does validate some of Mistress’s thoughts and feelings while juicing up her creativity.  So, I bought her the first four books in the series for her to browse at her leisure. She typically shares some events that transpire in the journal entries to gauge my level of interest and chat about the possibilities of integrating into our life. She recently finished the first book and jumped right into the second book. A good purchase indeed.

COVID has put a damper on our V day plans as it probably has for others, but we were able to bring Grandma over to watch the kids while we snuck away for a few hours. We did one of those drink and paint with an instructor event and painted a couple on a cloudy day kissing behind an umbrella. We are both creative people, and we had to come together to craft one piece using two painting canvases. Of course, we added our own take to the scene by replacing the woman’s heels with a pair of black buckled boots. It was a good night for us. The best part, no fancy dinner. We hit the drive-thru for a quick bite on our way home. That is it. V day is not extravagant for us as a couple, and we like it that way. We reserve these “big” events for times that matter to both of us instead of one of us. Our next “big” event is our anniversary in May.

Anyways, I hope your V day is pleasurable for you and yours.

Until next time.

Oh The Places You Will Disappear To

Let’s begin with this blog post with a few apologies. First, to you reading this post. It has been quite a bit since I have written and the fact that you have come back after a several month hiatus speaks volume to your dedication to hear me ramble. Secondly, I must publicly apologize to Mistress. Not because she has commanded me to do but because I respect the ground she walks on and the air she breathes. While your level of understanding in this has been uncharacteristic, I know you’re patience has been spread thin. To you, I apologize that we have been out of alignment.

Now, welcome back and hello 2021. Finally! I don’t think we need to dive into the specifics of the past 10 or so months. Let bygones be bygones. Today, I speak to you about 2020 in a different lens. By now, you have gathered the idea that Mistress and I have been practicing the lifestyle now for several years. I purposely use the term “practice”. We are not the perfect BDSM couple. We are known to fall out of our roles and into vanilla life from time to time.

Our jobs used to keep us extremely busy most of the year. Overworked and underpaid was the motto we would sigh every Friday as we both began to dread the upcoming Monday and we just barely clocked out. That changed for us in 2020. Mistress and I changed our career paths. As Kitty, it is my duty to serve and please Mistress every day and I felt that it was time for a career change. Mistress and I worked diligently for months to land a job where she can stay home and I “bring home the bacon”. Really long story short, I nailed it. However, as with any life change, this took my mind and energy away from our lifestyle and my blogging duties. I was adjusting to working from home and learning a new job, virtually.

This was not our only change, however. We were pleased to meet our new addition to our family, a baby boy so excited to join us that he came into this world two months early. You may be aware that raising a baby requires time, energy, and sleep and none of these are prevalent in raising a newborn. The career change happened the day after our baby boy was born. I walked out of the hospital the morning after our boy’s birth when I received a call with a job offer. Crazy right? Now Mistress can stay home with our baby and I can cover all the necessities and have a little extra for a cozy date night. As you’d expect, our lifestyle suffered two events that knocked us out of alignment.

Fast forward through sleepless nights, poop filled diapers, and weekly checkups to today. We have spent the past few weeks discussing realigning ourselves and pushing the pendulum back to where is belongs, with Mistress commanding and me latching to her every word. I have settled into the new role for work and we have mastered the art of the baby. I am back to doing chores as required, filling her glass of water, and ensuring she is pleased in any way possible. Things aren’t completely back in the swing but have nudged in the right direction. Time and persistence will prevail!

Until next time…

Contracts and Consent

As with any relationship, partners in a BDSM relationship need to have a consensual agreement between each other. We all know that no means no unless it’s a consensual no, then no becomes please, don’t stop. Give me more! That can be confusing in the BDSM scene. Furthermore, most of the practices found in a BDSM relationship can give the perception that someone is in trouble or not living up to their full potential. You can see this perspective with doms and subs that are public either walking the streets or writing blogs. Your neighbors may become worried when they hear the beatings that may be taking place during the hot summer months and you have the window open. Setting up consent with your partner is a healthy beginning to your BDSM path.

A contract between a dom and sub is an open line of communication. My Mistress and I began creating our contract by discussing our interests, or wants, and our needs. The discussion quickly became deep and involved serious emotions and connections to components of ourselves we felt we needed to hide for years. My Mistress began writing our contract to create an open line of communication and to document our needs from each other. It is the contract that has been the foundation of our lifestyle for the past 5 years. Upon agreeance to the contract, we both consented to the items within and spoke our minds about the various sections.

An important item we learned from creating our contract was the distinction from what we truly fantasized and what works in our reality. A perfect example is my collar. While it is extremely sexy for me to wear my collar and a gag all day long, it just is not a reality for us currently. We have careers and family. An all-day collar and gag is not an acceptable piece of my wardrobe. Distinguishing between our reality and our fantasies has led us to a more solid and authentic contract. Now, I am not saying that does not happen. Weekends at grandma’s place usually becomes long play sessions.

Mistress and I review our contract yearly. Over the past 5 years, we have discovered new pieces of ourselves and that has required us to review and update the context of our contract. Our contract lists out almost everything we consent to in the BDSM lifestyle. Our contract begins by stating what we are agreeing to, a BDSM lifestyle where Mistress takes ownership of me as her Submissive. We believe our hard limits are something we both must know before we can move forward; therefore, our hard limits come right after our agreeance. We have stressed the importance of being aligned with our hard limits and surprisingly we have never disagreed on a hard limit at all. We have talked extensively, and honestly, about what is and is not a hard limit. That has required vulnerability from each of us but also flexibility. Our hard limits are absolutely not going to happen in our lifestyle, but as we have grown, items have moved from the hard limits to the soft limits. We have found ways to safely incorporate and enjoy a hard limit in a sense that does not push us to that hard limit. A perfect example took place in the most recent update. Mistress and I are not keen on scat or piss play. Scat play is currently on our hard limit list; however, piss play has moved to a soft limit and made an appearance on our punishment list. The agreement was that I would have to earn this as a punishment for various reasons such as using the bathroom without permission from Mistress. This transition happened over the course of the last year as we discussed the act and how each of us felt involving the act into our lifestyle.

Mistress and I’s contract spells out our rituals and schedule for sessions. While spontaneous sessions continue to arise in our lifestyle, Mistress also likes to schedule certain nights. I am to kneel for my collar every evening after our children are down for the night as a ritual. Saturdays are game night with friends, so my ass is almost always stuffed with a plug. Rituals and schedules help us maintain a 24/7 lifestyle even when life takes us in busy directions.

Our contract explains rewards and punishments alongside our rituals, hard and soft limits, and a general list of our interested fetishes. The rewards section of our contract recently received a large update. Mistress implemented a point system for following rituals, chores, and the predefined schedule. She keeps track of the tasks and how many points I earn. I can purchase rewards such as a free chore day or an orgasm during sex that is not a ruined orgasm.

Mistress and I continue to talk about the contract way past the signing of the newest edition. This is how our contract continues to grow and evolve as we grow together. Recently, we have discussed of losing the options of enjoying an orgasm at all. Instead, my long, built up, pumping orgasms will become ruined orgasms for Mistress’s pleasure. This is how our lifestyle grows and evolves. These things do not happen without the update of our contract per our agreement.

Consent in a BDSM relationship is just as important as any relationship, if not, more so. Without proper consent and planning, a BDSM relationship can quickly crumble and become miserable for both parties. Take the time to speak to your partner, or partners, we do not judge around here. It will pay off in the long run.

Until next time

Kneeling Kitty

Writing Lines Take 1

I had to write…er…type lines this evening while sitting on the couch with a gag stuffed in my mouth. This all began last week. I started a new job recently and last week wore me out. Mistress allowed me some breathing room as I was adjusting to the new schedule and did not require me to fullfil my evening duties. I told her that I would make it up to her over the weekend when I was a bit more rested. Well, the weekend came and went without me making it up to her. She didn’t want to hear about why I didn’t make it up to her, hence the large rubber ball currently causing me to drool down my shirt. I also was forced to type out my lines. Typing my lines was simply so I can post on here. She knows I have been in front of a computer all day and typing the same sentence over and over while wetting the front of my shirt was enough of a reminder. Anyways, here is my line writing task from this evening.

Kneeling Kitty

Mistress Task #3: What kind of Dom is Mistress?

I like to go back to the source when answering these types of questions. I hope you don’t mind. Diving in, Mistress was a closet female dominant. I approached Mistress about a BDSM lifestyle. I approached her from a male dom perspective at that time. I had always fantasized about male submission, but I never experienced or saw that as an opportunity. Mistress was eagerly on board with BDSM and was a willing submissive participant in my dom sessions. As you may have gathered, that did not last very long. Mistress knew from the start that being submissive was not in her personality, and she fantasized about dominating a male 24/7. After a few conversations, she took the mantle, and we have never looked back.

What kind of Dominant is my Mistress? Researching and reading about female dominants may make you walk away feeling like a Mistress is cold-hearted, dismissive, and always clad in leather. While these are excellent traits of a female dom, there is more to Mistress than that. She believes and preaches the importance of aftercare for me. Aftercare draws out the remarkable trait of compassion that courses through her veins. For Mistress, aftercare extends beyond after sessions. She is continuously judging situations and altering plans and choices to ensure that we are ready to endure what may come during a session or during the day. Recently, I have been looking for work. Fortunately, I was not laid off because of COVID, but I wanted to get a job in my career field that supported Mistress staying home and playing family manager. I was swamped for two weeks with resume writing, cover letter altering, and multiple interviews popping up at random times. I was falling behind on my calendar chores. Mistress sat me down on a Wednesday night, the night I am supposed to have washed all the laundry and scrubbed the main level floors spotless, which were incomplete. She told me that I will receive no punishment for not getting everything finished as I have been working on getting a new job and still currently employed. Mistress could see that I was working to my fullest potential, but time and energy were against me. While a Mistress should be cold at times, this was not a time when I was slacking and playing the latest video game; therefore, she cut me some slack. She gave me a new deadline and explained that I must comply by that time or receive extra punishment. Phew, I made that deadline for sure. I was not interested in seeing what came of that.

Something that I adore about my Mistress is her “nothing is perfect” attitude. This is prevalent in everything she does. I had the highest honor to work in the same building as her over the past year. She continued pushing projects well beyond what I would have called completed. This has also become relevant in our lifestyle. Mistress subscribes to a dozen podcasts, at least. She enjoys the banter and stories that take place, but she jots down notes or strikes up a conversation about something she heard and asks for my perspective (not like she really brings that into account, it is just adulting). She reads carefully selected blogs and internet websites that offer guidance and support for female dominants. Mistress is continually evaluating and reflecting on her role and how I respond. She isn’t shy about feedback from me and strives to find her perfect “sweet spot.”

Persistent. I am sure many, if not all, subs with female dominants can attest to their Mistress being persistent. Part of her persistence is her creativity. No barrier stands in the way of achieving her goals, and this brings out her creative thinking. We wanted one of those fancy BDSM beds for our bedroom. We shopped and talked about budgeting to get one after a few months. We quickly realized that we would have zero answers when the kids, or visiting family, started asking questions, which would happen instantly. So, we scratched that. Instead, Mistress took me bed shopping, and we looked at beds for hours. Mistress bed shopped by evaluating the possibilities of what the bed could become. We ended up buying a solid wood bed frame raised off the floor with enclosed sides. She has since instructed me to install rings on the sides, bottom, and headboard as hardpoint attachments. The next creative project is turning underneath into a form of isolation box. Persistence and creativity have pushed our lifestyle to new heights, and I am always excited to find out what she thinks of next.

All of this makes Mistress the dom that she is, but there is something that does not transfer between BDSM and vanilla. My Mistress is a sadist. That is the very first thing I noticed about her when we began exploring together. It was apparent that she thrived on the deliverance of pain during sessions at the beginning of our exploration. Every session involved whipping, and the pinwheel dug deep into my skin, showing little holes following her tracks. She giggled with glee watching me writhe against my restraints after each slap of the whip. That sadism has not disappeared; in fact, it has increased. What used to be giggling with glee during impact has grown to include increased humiliation and discomfort. Most recently, I ruined my orgasm while suspended from our ceiling. She was quick to catch it and shove it in my mouth. I hate the taste of cum on my tongue, and she knows this about me. Still, giggling away, she slams a palm-full of cum into my mouth and ensures that I swallow it as a consequence for ruining the orgasm. I can see happiness twinkling in her eyes when she does it. She also glances at me excitedly during game night when I subtly adjust myself in the chair to ease the pressure from the anal plug that is rammed fully in my rear. Asking what kind of dom my Mistress is, she is a sadist, one hundred percent.

I can keep on going about the kind of dom my Mistress is. There is plenty more to add, however, for your reading time, this is it. My Mistress is a creative, compassionate, persistent, and sadistic dominant that I rarely purposely cross. She is my goddess. She is my guiding light. I can’t see myself enjoying everything life has to offer without her.

Until next time

Kneeling Kitty

Mistress Task #2 What kind of submissive am I? What am I into?

The beginning: Only one person has ever asked me this question, my Mistress. When Mistress and I first got together, we would switch roles. It wasn’t long until we realized where our desires fell, and our authentic personalities came out.


“What kind of sub are you? What are you into?” This is a difficult question to answer in its entirety. I am going to split this question into the two parts that comprise the entire subject. What kind of sub am I?


I have grown over the past few years with Mistress. I went from Kink shamed and hiding before we met, practicing and failing to dominate her, to discover I am a 24/7 male submissive. I started out being a sub only during sessions, nothing outside the bedroom. I can say that I wasn’t into it, but that would be lying. I was scared, still hiding behind my kink shame. I was into the bondage part at the start of all this. I wanted Mistress to restrain me using creative methods, and then we would have sex. We had dipped into chastity but nothing serious. As time passed, I transformed with Mistress while she introduced me to new ideas during sessions.


I cannot claim to be one particular type of sub. There are subs out there that are strictly sissy boys, pets, or servants. I began as a sub, not knowing that I am a sub if that makes sense. I am not sure if there is a sub “classification” for me. If not, I coin the transformed sub classification. I am a sissy boy, kitty, and a servant to my Mistress.


“What am I into?” Again, I go with the transformed sub mentality. I have been given a chance to learn from my Mistress and grow with her. There are some things I will mention here that I once told my Mistress, “No way, that’s a hard limit.”, and some things that we agreed on right away.


I am very much into the Bondage scene. I absolutely love it when Mistress pulls out the restraints and gets to work with her creativity. It doesn’t matter if she uses rope, chain, duct tape, or the body bag, I am on board when I am told to stay. I am not merely talking about tying hands and feet together here. I am talking about complete restraint, unable to move at all. Rope so tight that it leaves indentions when the session inevitably ends. I love the lack of control I experience when I am restrained. I still get those moments where I kink shame myself, but I can’t back out when I am tightly bound and gagged.


I am, particularly into predicament bondage. It has become an extreme turn on for me to suffer an immediate consequence during the session when I move either by choice or reflex. I anticipate the risk that comes with predicament bondage. Something pulls on my testicles, tightens around my neck, or spills hot wax over my bare skin. I also find that long term bondage and suspension bondage to be fascinating. I have spent hours in safe restraints with little to no interaction from Mistress. When she couples this with sensory deprivation, and I enter subspace, pure bliss.


Mistress and I have experimented with various forms of torture and torment over the past few years. I have grown in this style of play since our beginning. This all started with the purchase of a riding crop with her sister. At first, I hated it. After a few sessions, I crave her punishments, and we have grown beyond a riding crop. It hurts, don’t get that confused, but I can feel her power behind it. She has the straight dominance when she wields her whips, paddles, and crop bleeds over into my euphoria. Her dominating aura tied with the physical pain turns me on.


One thing that was a hard limit at the beginning was CBT, except the occasional wearing of a chastity cage. Now, it has been growing more intensive in our lifestyle. We have been experimenting with longer chastity outside of sessions. The hold up has been me in this department since I am still working on finding the perfect fit for a device. I have an excellent metal device that needs some adjusting as my body has adapted to wearing it. Extended chastity leads to orgasm denial for months and months. Sadly, we slipped in this style lately. We both have been so heated in sessions that accidents have happened. Mistress has an exquisite set of urethra sounds and plugs to plunge through my urethra. Mistress recently added a ball stretcher, smacker, and smasher into her toybox for my birthday. We haven’t had a session with those new additions just yet, but it will come, and I am excited to experiment with another form of her female domination.


As a male, anal was an off-limit zone until Mistress broke that barrier with anal beads. Not far from that came her dominating strap on. I was officially owned at that moment. It has taken months of training for me to stretch and accept larger plugs. I am now required to wear an anal plug when we do game night; however, I might suggest to Mistress that I wear it when we are in the company of others no matter the occasion. I also get excited when Mistress puts me in predicament bondage, chastity and then takes ownership from my behind after I suck her fake cock, of course.


Mistress’ favorite type of play, besides torture, is public or private humiliation. This was a strict “no way” on my list when we started out, but I have grown to absolutely love it. I think this is my highest area of growth because it pushes me to be completely submissive and puts Mistress in a dominating control that I can not get enough of. Mistress fluidly moves through different styles of humiliation. We have a strict policy about having other people in our lifestyle, that isn’t something that we are interested in. However, her dominance lit up one night when we had to move our bedroom, and her sister was there. Mistress did not shy from hiding items and saying humiliating things to her sister and boyfriend about my submission. It was light, I may add, but Mistress’, how do I put it, enthusiasm, was substantial.


We have puppy play sessions. This includes my rear end being stuffed with a tail style anal plug. I am leashed and led around the house on my hands and knees, following every movement of my Mistress. I lay on the floor since pets are not allowed on the furniture and eat from my bowl on the floor. I struggle to keep up when crawling, leading to some sort of punishment. I have a kennel that I spend nights in, but we have been throwing around the idea of creating a BDSM isolation box underneath our bed to replace the larger enclosure.


We have recently been focusing on more sissy boy humiliation. I can’t get enough of this play with Mistress. She typically dresses me up to her liking, and then I serve her around the house by doing chores, fetching things for her, or being a bound sissy. I particularly enjoyed a session when I was to stand in the corner, in sissy fashion, until she needed something. This started with me wearing a pair of high heeled boots and has flourished into panties, bra, boobs, leather skirt, and red lipstick. I can see Mistress adding other humiliating items to this, such as a maid outfit or corset for servitude. I also think this is an area where I want to grow even more. I have had an increased interest in different humiliation techniques as well. Mistress and I spoke about requiring her spit or urinating in my beverage before I could enjoy it. I have been thinking about safe water sports play and discussing this with Mistress. I am tasked with purchasing a new item monthly for Mistress’s toy box, and I have been skating around a gag that collects fluids, perfect for water sport play. My humiliation has become Mistress’ go-to style as of late, and I find it to speak to the core of my male submission. Everything else in this post revolves around my humiliation.


This is already a long, long post, and I am sure I missed something or could elaborate more. Mistress will review this and probably task me with going deeper into a subject later. Until next time.


Kneeling Kitty